This is a song about "Loving music"

I distributed the dick with infinite loving

If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening

The all loving immaculate master of all,

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

I never crack i got that chap stick

...i make beautiful music,

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

Or as your loyal and loving pet

Been out here hustling on these streets, ain't had a chance to speak

Craves a loving family, a dad happily married,

With yo momma’s dutch oven that she’s loving.

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit

Music is money, money isn't music